Paris, November 13, 2015

Peace sign with Eiffel Tower
Ah, Paris

I have a horror
hangover:
a surfeit of tv dribbles
repeating;
the images and words

addictive
and numbing.

To look away, to change the channel,
I switch to a story of plotted
murder where the killer
is named and blamed
and hunted and destroyed.

When I can’t resist looking back,

the bodies still
lie on the street.

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